Banquet Of Chestnuts Novels & Stories

The clink of silver and the soft rustle of silk filled the grand dining hall of the Delacroix estate. Candles flickered in crystal sconces, their golden light dancing off gilded walls and polished wood. The long banquet table gleamed under its opulent feast—roasted pheasant, candied apples, honey-glazed carrots, cheeses wrapped in fig leaves, and goblets filled with spiced red wine. Yet none of it could distract from the woman seated at the Duke’s right hand.

I said and took a bite of the steak that has just been placed right in front of me "Does it taste good?" he asked "Not bad," I said, concentrating on the food. The merry continued and alpha Jax stood up all of a sudden and the hall went silent "As you all know this banquet is in honor of the incoming Luna of our pack, alpha Aurora" he began and brought me to stand with him

"Let them remember exactly who rules the territory that they admire." He straightened his posture, extending his massive arm toward her. Rosalie took a shallow breath, resting her small hand on his powerful forearm, and together, they walked out of the chambers toward the grand banquet hall. The grand banquet hall was a spectacle of northern wealth. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from the high vaulted ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the long mahogany dining table. The table was laden with silver platters of roasted meats, exotic fruits, and chalices filled with expensive crimson wine.

It was tradition: protein at the heart of every feast, honoring strength. Crocks of root vegetables, wild—mushroom stew, skewers of charred lamb, freshly baked bread, fruits of different kinds, and cream buns were brought out next. The maids moved placed crystal goblets filled with deep red wine in front of everyone. I picked up my goblet first, even though I knew it was disrespectful to the Alpha—but I needed something to help me get through this feast. We were all quiet at first, then the Spiritfang spoke. “It’s good to have you back, Alpha,” his words were clearly directed at Raven.

He paused and looked back at his father. “And Catherine's,” My eyes blinked considering it had skipped earlier, I was meant to inform Alpha Knox of the upcoming banquet while he awaits his invite. “The Bloodmoon's Park is hosting a banquet to celebrate its Mile Stone age,” I chipped in before Darian could say anything else. Alpha Knox laughed hysterically. “Splendid, splendid one,” “I should prepare a befitting gift for the ceremony,” I bowed lightly with a smile on my face. “How long until then?” He asked further.

The guilt was weighing on them. "How about we hold a banquet and thank Zeke publicly?" Roxanne suggested. Anya's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea! All three of our families can attend! Of course, the banquet will be hosted in your name, Hazel!" The very next day, Hazel booked the finest banquet venue in all of Silverton—The Marcellan. Zeke stood at the center of attention, completely basking in the limelight. Graham, Thaddeus, and the others were also in attendance. However, they all looked baffled. None of them knew the purpose of this banquet.

I would rather sit beside Sasha and Selene than listen to old men talk about boring topics besides me. Several maids came out and filled everyone's glasses with wine. Saint grabbed his flute and rose to his feet and everyone followed suit. They treated this thing like it was a crime to be seated if the head wasn't. I could never get used to it. “It is the season of the Annual Baxter Gala and we have grown in power, affluence and strength since the last one. This is a toast to the Baxter Clan that would never run down." “To the Baxter Clan!" They responded.

19 CE AUTHOR'S POV The banquet hall had never been so crowded yet deathly silent, the faces of every guest etched with pain and emptiness caused by years of slavery. Calloused hands griped wooden spoons as each person stared blankly at the feast set before them on the table, jars of wine, plates of fried chicken, venison, grapes, apples and all kinds of vegetables, knowing fully well it's an illusion, but they dare defy not him_the demon master Bilzarth, is not known for his generosity.

But this was no ordinary home; it was the heart of the Pack, where secrets slithered through the shadows like serpents. Damon stood at the center of the room, his broad shoulders hunched over the massive oak table. The table groaned under the weight of roasted venison, steaming bowls of wild mushroom stew, and goblets filled with crimson wine. The alpha’s feast, a yearly celebration of the victories the pack had had that year against her rivals, was about to begin.

“I think you already gotten word about Remus’ mother planning the banquet, correct?” “Yes, I did. It will be in two weeks it seems. I already sent her contacts to plan the banquet here at the mansion. The grand hall can be expanded to accommodate all the guests for the night.” Vastria’s father was still uneasy about the arrangement, but he saw how Vastria was with the vampire boy. He needed to get used to it. It will not be easy, but he will try just for her sake and for the last wishes of her mother. The three opened the cover on their dinner plate. It revealed a nice potion of a sirloin center cut steak, steamed mixed vegetables, and mashed potatoes.